Byler // oneshots ig

~ TWENTY FOUR ~

TW : G0re, Blo0d, W0unds, HEAVY angst, dy!ng

The teeth burnt in his chest, blood spilling from his guts, he couldn't breath. He tried to make his lungs working but they never obliged. The heavy weight of the Demodog disappeared. Will didn't know who slaughtered it, but he's thankful.

He could breath little again, but blood was leaving his body too quickly.

He started to feel his body drain empty. His vision was getting wary, he couldnt focus on anything with his eyes.

"Will? Can you hear me?!" He heard someone scream. Muttiple people were kneeling over him, someone was putting pressure to his open body, all revealed his insides.

He couldn't get lose of the blood he felt on his hand, leaving a nasty sensation over him, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He felt someone touch his hair, his face, his chest, his knees.

"Why did you do that Will!" It was Mike who screamed that bit. He sounded so worried. About what exactly? Beside that he was going to die here.

Becouse he saved Mike, he jumped in front of him. It was a normal feeling to do, he would do it again, every single time.

His vision was still wary, but it became a little clearer. His tears lessened, he didn't have a choice but to die here. Nowone could save him.

He pain felt, well, it hurt?

If the person who is healing him, who is probably Hop, didn't give up, he put pressure on it. Trying to keep will alive for as long as possible. But he knew there was no saving, just trying to make Will last a little longer.

"You are doing so well, kid " Hopper said faintly.

His mom was comping through his, greasy, hair. Murmuring coos to him, telling him he is going to be okay, even if nowone believed it.

"I don't want to die, mom" Will cried.

"I know baby. " Joyce said tears streaming down her face.

He saw Jonathan at his legs, a hand on Wills knees. Crying. Guilt written on his face, with smears of blood.

Will wanted to tell him it's not his fault. He stepped forward. He think he did say it aloud becouse Jonathan looked at Will strongly and they shared a sad smile.

Jonathan looked down to Wills chest, judged by the look on his face, the gore looked horrible. Will thanked that he couldn't see it.

And Mike was holding his hand. His hands were bloody too, his head was a little bruised. He held a piece of fabric there. Will pushed him pretty hard.

He tried to get his finger moving, to stroke Mikes hand. Show him he's still there.

Will cried out in pain again.

Mike and his mom looked as if he was the Mona Lisa in the art room. They cared for him so much.

"M-mike " He tried. Mike crawled closer to Wills vision. Oh god. If he wanted to see one last face before he dies, it would be Mike's. His features had became strong in the last year.

He let go of Mike's hand and placed it on Mike's cheek.

"I've loved you trough dark and light, even when shadows were surrounding us. I would hold your hand close to me. I have died for you" Will coughed, Mike was looking at him with puppy eyes, " I wouldnt let go of you, except if it meant for you to live. "

"But I don't want to live without you, Will. I can't-" Mike's sentence ended with a cry.

"You will see me in the stars, in the first leaves that fall during Autumn. The long nights playing Dnd. Play it for me one more time. "

He was losing himself. It was all to much, he wanted to have this finished. He wanted to let the world know how much he loved being around all of these people, mostly Mike though.

He stroked Mikes cheek, made short eyecontact with the other people around him, smiled and turned back to Mike.

"My dearest Paladin. I meet you when this shit began, but you have to continue without me. You will slaughter the enemy, with our friends. Tell them about how brave I was in stories. I will love you in the after life, if there is one. I will come to you as a ghost. To see how you are doing. I will love you till my last breath, Mike. "

And he died with his mom combing through his hair, Hopper trying to keep him alive. His brother at his knee, crying, guilty. And holding Mike's hand.

Mike would search him in the death, search him in every place he wanted them to be. Mike won for him. He loved him till he couldn't love no more.

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Hi yall!!! Have some angst :D

Sorry for the detailed shit, I love details.

So It got inspired by the art ( WHAT IS NOT MINE!!! ) that's above. And becouse we are getting angsty byler in s5 becouse Shawn Levi confirmed it 🫶🫶🫶 (twt)

THE STRIKE IS OVER WHO CHEERED 👐👐👐👐

Btw idk if you noticed but im starting to use the conversation thingy on wattpad ( my profile ) more often, feel free to interact!

I will look if I have motivation to write tomorrow night ( night is just the perfect time to write yk? ).

Hope everyone is doing alright! Stay safe, drink some water, and love yourself!!!

I love you all so much :<

-C <3